sunfish

taking one
step too far,
the water
rose as i
sank, and my feet
clenched at
the soft
dark sand off
shore, my nose
filling with
chilled
night water,
with everyone who
could save me
asleep, and me
unable, too
young to swim,
but i could see
the morning sun
rising,
as i set under,
and a sunfish,
like a supple
gold coin
wagging it's fins
nearby and i
suppose i
did likewise,
but without
memory of how
i got to higher
ground, or how i
survived. how
little has
changed.